In Shape

May 27, 2011
We scrimmage and run,
From rising to setting sun.
Giving it our all,
Even if we fall.
Infirmity or in the pink,
A beautiful three I will sink.
Harmon yells chastisements!
We work hard on improvements.
Through the sweat blood and pain,
A better body I will gain.
Butterflies fill my stomach,
Other teams spirit plummet.

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